Sandy Hook, by George Houghton
White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
Light-h...
Butterfly Poems
Nightfall, by George Sterling
Pure and argent, westward far,
Burns a solit...
Psyche, by Gérard D'Houville
NOISELESSLY through the silent mansion treading...
The Goldfish and the Silverfish, by Isaac McLellan
By a little crystal brook
Winding thro' a wood...
Circus Clown, by Joshua Knight
Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
Easter, by Joyce Kilmer
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wi...
The Chase, by Keith Holyoak
As my love gave chase to a butterfly
&n...
The Butterfly, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Butterfly, butterfly, where are you going?
D...
Christ Has Risen!, by May Riley Smith
O sad-faced mourners, who each day are wending...
The Orchard, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
I The orchard stretches from the door,
To ri...
A Story, by Rose Terry Cooke
In a gleam of sunshine a gentian stood,
Dream...
If this is how God paints, by Tabitha Bird
If His brush strokes are the green carpet of mo...
Beauty Eternal, by Teresa Hooley
To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of ...
Birds of Spring, by Watie W. Swanzy
Trooping o'er the meadows,
Chatter, chatter,...
Crossing, by William Wilsey Martin
I lay afloat, in an idle boat
(A fisher-lad h...